Arrivals at the Entry Hall (Lioncourt's Coronation Party)

[kaolinandbone]

The entry hall of Lioncourt's castle is a vast, gothic thing, with deep burgundy tapestries on the walls and matching carpet underfoot. The precisely-fitted masonry has been polished within an inch of its life, the dark stone gleaming sullenly in the insistently cheery light of the newly-installed electric lamps.

Within the high arches of the surrounding baulaustrades, two women intone the same spell, matching each other's cadence: A pale girl, looking little older than a child, and a tall, red-haired woman with serious slate-grey eyes.

As the last syllable fades, twin portals shimmer into existence: the first multiversal party in the Many Worlds is officially underway!

Comments

[greatcomposure]

"It would have been nice of you to warn us about the vacuum," says Cordelia. "Welcome. In exchange for Lioncourt's hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

[withmanyfingers]

The figure within the suit opens its beak and ripples its gills, and the suit produces a discordant mixture of burps, squeaks, and low thrumming sounds. The translation effect kicks in after a brief but noticeable lag, leaving Cordelia aware of the meaning, but also hearing the strange noises.

Orz is here now, so *happy*!

Orz *floats* in *heavy space*, but *thin*. *Many bubbles* leak out into *thin* place, but would be *silly* to *slide* from *heavy space* ship. *Fluid* would leak! So bad!

Do you know? Myself the Orz is *happy* to *spit* oath, but cannot be *bound*. But *dancing* is not as much fun as *parties*, so we will not begin to *dance* in Lioncourt's *house*.

[greatcomposure]

"That'll do," she says. "Have fun."

[withmanyfingers]

Orz always has *fun* at *parties*!

So saying, Orz stomps off in the direction of the gardens.